You gentle Nijiniggers,—

Friends, Nijiniggers, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Selen, not to praise her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Selen. The noble Elira
Hath told you Selen was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Selen answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Elira and the rest
For Elira is an honourable woman;
So are they all, all honourable men—
Come I to speak in Selen’s funeral.
She was out friend, faithful and just to us.
But Ike says she was ambitious;
And Ike is an honourable fag.
She hath brought many collabs and events.
Whose supas did the Riku coffers fill
Did this in Selen seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Selen hath wept
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Elira says she was ambitious;
And Elira is an honourable woman.
You all did see that with her commissioned artists.
Many times she could have made them wait for a payment never to come.
Which she did refuse to be it be so; was this ambition?
Yet Riku says she was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Anycolor spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love her once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Selen,
And I must pause till it come back to me…